Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1112 - 96: A Camel

Chun’s boat soon stopped in a sparsely vegetated area, where the ground was a pale yellow. Fisher glanced behind him and realized that in such a short time, they were already a hundred and eighty miles away from the Ideal Country. Yet, he felt they weren’t traveling fast; even the wind brushing against his cheeks felt gentle.

It was as if time and distance had suddenly become extremely blurred. Fisher withdrew his gaze with a hint of amazement.

"Why come here? There’s nothing here."

Mikhail asked first. Like the future Saint Nali working in the financial private equity sector, forced to work overtime deep into the night, he exuded resentment, revealing a hint of passive laziness from his core, wishing to return to rest immediately.

Clearly, Chun didn’t know the exact reason either. Margaret had calculated through the Weaver of Destiny that there were clues here, but Chun was unaware of the specifics. The Weaver of Destiny was a divine artifact used by his mother, the World Tree. However, the elves, her offspring, did not possess such qualifications, allowing those transferred from beyond the world to exploit the loophole.

"Let’s go down and take a look; Margaret won’t be wrong."

Hooked kiss glanced at Chun’s back, said nothing, and then descended slowly with Chun’s boat onto this desert-like land. Although the land seemed dry, Fisher could see some yellow sand, but the land wasn’t barren. Fisher could also see many plants around as tall as a person, completely unfamiliar to him.

The plants resembled stalks of yellow grass magnified countless times, crooked and twisted, with many bean-sized black fruits hanging densely on them. Amidst their twisted forms, Fisher’s group clearly saw paths formed by many people traveling through.

"There’s a path over there; it looks like tribal trade routes."

Hooked kiss quickly realized what it was. He approached the trade route, glanced at the person-high plants on either side, and turned back to Chun and the others, saying,

"Lord Chun, this path isn’t leading to your Ideal Country, is it? Kakafu Snake Tribe must be doing business with other settlements besides yours."

"Yes, because Margaret can’t leave the Weaver, so I handle many things for the Ideal Country. There aren’t many places producing salt and sugar on Dragon Tail Island, and Kakafu is the largest among them. They should have other business partners."

Hooked kiss looked at the sides of the road, analyzing,

"This path leads to the Dragon Heart Continent. Their business reaches far, but why have I never heard of them in Dragon Heart Continent before? Lord Chun, besides sugar and salt, what else do they sell?"

"... I don’t know."

"Don’t know?"

"Yes, we only do these businesses, and it wasn’t me who approached them; they came to us themselves."

Fisher and Hooked kiss exchanged glances, their expressions slightly surprised.

"You’ve never been to their tribe?"

"... No." Chun paused briefly after answering and explained further, "They’re very friendly, offer good prices, and have quality goods. We’ve cooperated for half a year without any issues. We’re friends; otherwise, they wouldn’t have come to us for help this time."

Whether this is the fault of Mythical Species or Chun himself, Fisher and Hooked kiss wisely remained silent. Instead, Mikhail, squatting on the ground and observing the surroundings, spoke up,

"The ruts here are deep, indicating heavy goods transportation. Since Margaret said there might be clues here, is it possible that this place has been attacked by those thieves, and they just didn’t tell us because this is clearly not a route for trading with the Ideal Country."

"I’ll search the area."

Chun didn’t rashly express opinions. Instead, he extended his hand toward the ground. With his Mythical Rank abilities triggered, regular waves of reverberation rules spread out, quickly expanding into fine branches from his feet, stretching outward.

Everyone’s gaze was on Chun, but he remained in that posture, motionless, as the surroundings gradually quieted down, yet with no progress.

After a moment of silence, Mikhail couldn’t help but speak,

"... Since Margaret has that Weaver, can’t she directly see the future and help us find the perpetrator?"

"The Weaver of Destiny isn’t omnipotent, and currently, most of the power of the Weaver resides with Death. Margaret has done her best. Besides, visible futures are all predetermined, and such futures are meaningless. Gui is the only one among us with the power of the future, but she has said before that observed concrete futures are meaningless."

Sounds like something Helair would say.

Fisher thought silently, but he snapped back to reality a second later, wondering why, having just left Helair, he was already reminiscing about something that Angel had said.

"Splat... Splat..."

Mikhail didn’t bother with the elves’ unique "destiny view," more concerned with the immediate problem,

"The issue is you’ve been looking here for a long time, and there’s nothing. What should we do next?"